Sunday, October 30, 2005

evening

Time Change?  What Time Change?

I think this is the first time I was ever taken by surprise by the time change.  Too weird.  We were watching the Leafs game last night (and I still love them, despite the abysmal blowout) and one of the announcers mentioned something about the time change.  Leigh-Ann and I looked at each other, “Really?  Is it this weekend?”  We still weren’t sure until we woke up this morning to our omniscient computer clocks, which changed for us.  Since we had so much extra time this morning, we decided to go out for a special once every couple of years treat - breakfast at McDonald’s.  Plus, since Starbucks is in the same parking lot, we of course had to go there too.  I have never seen our Starbucks so crowded (our usual time there is 4p-7p), with people just lounging around and HUGE lines in the drive-thru.  Also, as I looked around, I realized our neighborhood is so damned white.  Well, at least the Starbucks crowd is.  It was amazing the difference between the Starbucks and McDonald’s crowds, even though they’re in the same shopping plaza.  The parking lot at Starbucks was full of fancy cars - a Dodge Viper, a BMW SUV, etc.  The McDonald’s parking lot, compact cars and old trucks.  It’s strange to see class differences just a few hundred yards apart.

A Cricket & Flippy health update - Cricket is doing fine.  I guess it really was arthritis, because with a week of Rimadyl and some good weather, she’s fine.  I’m still having trouble wanting chocolate.  Yesterday, I attempted a chocolate Payday, but alas, didn’t like it.  It’s not the Payday’s fault, I just wasn’t that into it.  The steroids are freaky.  The pain is a lot better, but yesterday I started having really bad bladder problems again, which extended into today.  Leigh-Ann suggested that maybe the steroids were decreasing the inflammation so that my symptoms were going backwards.  Everything started with back pain, then moved to my bladder and then my leg.  Perhaps we’re going in reverse.  Hopefully, all of the symptoms will disappear completely soon.  Still, I’m expecting surgery anyway.  I’m thinking that early December is probably a good time.  We’ll go to the Liz Phair concert in November, have Thanksgiving and then have surgery, which will give me time to heal before the family get-together for Hanukkahmas.  Our grocery stores deliver, so we’ll be okay living as hermits for a couple of weeks.  Plus, if we really need anything, our nextdoor neighbor is always helpful.

I think the meds are giving me weird dreams too.  Last night, I had a dream that Tie Domi’s son came over to my house and wanted my new hockey skates.  That’s weird enough, but he looked like Sidney Crosby and was Sidney Crosby’s age.  Also, I don’t have any hockey skates.  I’ve never had any hockey skates.  I’ll admit, the skates were pretty spiffy looking, so I can’t blame him for wanting them.  I also had a dream that Tie had a healthcare blog.  Yeah, as if he has the time or interest for that.  Oh yeah, and part of my dream had to do with some hockey jersey I had hanging in the cabana near our pool.  Clearly, I dream big.  Our pool doesn’t have a cabana, and any jerseys I have are in our closet.  This one was apparently very very special.  If only I could remember why it was special.  I can’t wait for tonight’s dreams.  I’m assuming that the Tie associated dreams came from watching the Leafs last night.  Today, I’ve been watching football.  Maybe LaDainian Tomlinson’s son (if he has one…although, it’s my dream, why would it matter?) will want my non-existent football cleats.  Hey, if someone wanted my expensive baseball glove that’s in the closet, at least we’d have something based on reality, but noooo, people want what I don’t even have.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

late at night

Talk Amongst Yourselves

While I figure out what to do about this horrid back pain and long for the days (last week) when I could bend at the waist without grimacing, you talk amongst yourselves.  And enter the contest.  Because if my BOC (bag o’ crap from Woot) has a 256MB MP3 player in it, this giveaway will, at the very least, have a 64MB unused one that’s gathering dust on the bookshelf next to my desk.  Hey, that’s worth clicking on a link and typing your first name and email address, isn’t it?

Oh, and Dad, yes you may enter the contest.  But really, can you think of anything that I can afford that you need…or even want?  We’ll give you the “How to work the TiVo” lessons for free, just as soon as the thunderstorm threat that chains us to our home, goes away.

A weird aside - I had a dream last night about Lisa Hartman Black and Home Depot and well, other stuff, but this blog is rated PG-13.  Then, I open the paper and lo and behold, she’s in a movie on the Hallmark Channel tonight.  Frankly, I’d thought she’d retired after she got married, so the dream timing is pretty darned impressive.

Friday, April 15, 2005

terribly early in the morning

Crack Dreams Or How The NHL Lockout Is Haunting Me

While the electricians were ripping apart our stucco and hammering on our walls, we decided to try to go back to sleep.  After all, Leigh-Ann and I were both showered and dressed by 6:38am.  The reason I know it was 6:38 - that was about the time we expected Nevada Power to pound on the door to shut off the power, so I was getting a last email check done.  I think the last time I was ready to go anywhere that early was when I was working 6-2:30p for United Airlines Res.  I had to leave our apartment in San Francisco at 4:45am to get to work on time.  And now you know why I’m self-employed.  I like my sleep.  I like my lack of a schedule.  I like working in t-shirts.  I like not having angry or dumb customers on the phone.  I slightly miss co-workers and nice customers, but not enough to seek them out.

I digress.  When we went back to sleep I had weird dreams.  The first one involved going out for sushi and the waiter drinking out of the liqueur bottle before he was going to serve it.  It was gross, but fortunately brief.  The other one was about Tie Domi (or Voldemort) of the Toronto Maple Leafs.  It involved Tie (or Voldemort) being on American Idol and singing “Sarah Smile”. He was voted off because he was really off-key. Like William Hung off-key. I really hate that song too. I’d rather listen to William Hung than anyone singing “Sarah Smile”. So, if Tie (or Voldemort) ever enters hockey’s version of AI, he should pick a different song.

So, anyway, the electricians finished the panel, then disappeared.  Luckily, the inspector approved everything and NV Power came back early to turn the power back on.  I have to admit, they were very prompt, which I greatly appreciated.  We were also lucky that today was the coolest day in the middle of some fairly warm 80+ degree days.  We need the electricians to come back and fix one set of outlets that don’t work and to put in a few new outlets in the garage, but if they don’t ever want to come back, that’s okay.  They apparently were in such a hurry to leave, they didn’t bother asking for payment.  That’s a lovely $2500 freebie.  Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be back too.

Tomorrow is going to be super busy.  We have to be up early again, but this time for hair appointments.  We’re both getting haircuts and highlights.  I’ve been bored with my hair lately and I’m going to try something more bold than my normal highlights.  After that, we have to get back home to get our air compressor delivery.  Then, the electricians may or may not show up.  Then, dinner with Camden Toy at Treasure Island (stupidly renamed “ti”).  Then, my nephew has a 9am game on Saturday.  I plan to sleep until 10am all of next week in protest.

Monday, February 14, 2005

terribly early in the morning

Dream a Little Dream of Me

I’ve been having some weird dreams lately.  A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I had to take some escalator-like thing to get to another floor of some mansion I was staying in.  I needed to get to another floor.  The really weird part is that it turned into a rollercoaster, which I was on alone, without a seatbelt and it was named The Bag Lady Express.  I think I woke up because the speed of the rollercoaster felt like an elevator dropping.

At the beginning of that dream, I was with Matt (my neighbor) and I had to give little birds water out of my hand to save them.  I got the water out of fountains at the above-mentioned mansion.  I have no idea why I was there or what Matt was doing with me. 

My worst dream is one where I’m strapped down to my bed and I can’t move, but a friend of mine is standing in the doorway watching me and she won’t help.  It’s a really weird dream because it’s the only one I’ve ever had where I felt sure that I was awake…and I’ve had it twice.  I hope to never have it again - it was really creepy and scary and I woke up actually feeling where the straps were across me.